It is a clean slate.
The print on the wall was a gift from my wife. The desk itself is Indian Rosewood (sheesham), a last buy in New Delhi before we packed everything up. The stool is one of those kneeling affairs, because I’m terribly conscious of my back after all the problems I had with it last year, and will buy all of your snake oil if you promise me that my spine will become impervious to pain.
And that’s it, for now. I have a print from photographer Susan Scofield that I will definitely get framed and up, and a selection of other pieces to consider for what wallspace there is (including some splendid Hiram Grange art from Malcolm McClinton, and an Iris Wildthyme print from Paul Hanley).
In general though, I’m in no hurry. Things like furniture can wait. Right now the room is a blank canvas.
It’s quiet. There are no distractions.
Things could get done in a room like this.